Chapter 301

Today, Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin was quite distracted during class. She had seen a news item in a classmate's tabloid stating that a fan meet-and-greet for *Heroes Born of Ancient Times* was held last night, with Liu Jia Liang in attendance to offer his congratulations. The article also mentioned that the screenwriter, Wei Ming, was present.

Mao Mao Amin was filled with regret. She had actually missed this precious meet-and-greet. Would he be returning to the Mainland very soon?

In this conflicted state of mind, Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin was called to participate in a basketball game after school, and she even got a chance to play.

But because her mind was elsewhere, she didn't perform well. She lost the ball from her hands several times. The coach gave her the ball and told her to practice harder after class, warning her that if it happened again, she'd be sent to the cheerleading squad.

Consequently, Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin dribbled the ball all the way from school to the shop. By now, the sky was growing dark. Just as a child ran past her, her hand loosened, and the ball escaped, bouncing straight toward her family's fast-food shop.

At that moment, a tall man picked up the basketball and began spinning it on his finger as if to show off. *Tch, childish. *

However, when the man turned his head, Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin's eyes widened in surprise.

Ah Ming!

Although she had only seen his photos, and although he looked even better in person than in pictures, Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin was certain: it was him!

Also, the way he had just spun the ball was so cool!

Wei Ming was even more surprised than she was. *Holy crap, Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin! *

It had to be her. She was wearing a basketball uniform, revealing slender thighs. Although she hadn't reached her peak yet, the teenage girl was already starting to blossom. She was nearly 1.7 meters tall, though she still had some baby fat. She was more cute than stunning, not exactly breathtaking, but very pleasant to look at.

Hong Kong wasn't big, but it wasn't small either. To think he would run into Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin in her teenage years—he had even seen the Ni family a few days ago. It was truly fate. Was he about to start a side quest of "training" Hong Kong?

Xia, Yu, Fang, Hong; Xian, Zhen, Min, Xin—just thinking about it made his waist ache.

"Here, your ball." Wei Ming handed it over.

Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin reached out to take it, but because she was dazed, she missed. The road had a slight slope; after hitting the ground, the ball bounced away downhill. Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin and Wei Ming immediately lunged for it at the same time, resulting in a collision that caused them to miss their chance, and the basketball rolled further and further down the road.

Wei Ming didn't have time to comfort Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin, whose forehead had been bumped by his pectoral muscle, and immediately gave chase. Mao Mao Amin followed closely behind.

During this pursuit of the ball, Wei Ming suddenly thought of something.

Mao Mao Amin? Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin?

These two people seemed to have quite a few things in common!

Mao Mao Amin had once said he was a posthumous child.

He knew that Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin's father had also passed away before she was born.

Mao Mao Amin had also said his mother was quite old when she had him.

Wei Ming also knew that Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin's mother had her late in life.

Mao Mao Amin had also said he liked singing, liked drawing, and played basketball on his middle school team.

And the Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin in front of him was also holding a basketball!

Furthermore, their names both contained the character "Min." Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin had also appeared near the Holiland shop. If he had known, he should have asked what Mao Mao Amin's English name was.

After they walked away, Old Ghost went to the door to take a look. The brat was nowhere to be seen, and the little girl hadn't come either. All that effort for nothing!

"Here."

"Oh, thank you."

When Wei Ming handed the basketball over for the second time, he made sure Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin had caught it before letting go.

Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin held the basketball, just about to reveal her identity and give Brother Ah Ming a pure pen-pal hug, but Wei Ming couldn't hold back any longer.

He tentatively asked, "You're a student from nearby, right?"

"Ah? Mm." She nodded obediently.

"Then you must go to that Holiland fast-food shop often," he asked again.

"That's right, that shop is super delicious!" Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin was constantly advertising her family's shop.

Wei Ming: "Then have you ever seen the shop owner's daughter?"

Mao Mao Amin's heart began to race, her eyes blinked rapidly, and she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. *Ah Ming is secretly asking about me! *

Her little gestures were seen by Wei Ming, who felt even more certain that he had guessed correctly.

"I've seen her. Do you know her?"

"Mm, we are friends who haven't met yet," Wei Ming said, "so I wanted to learn a bit about her before we meet."

"What do you want to learn?" Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin asked. "Don't tell me you won't want to meet her if she isn't pretty."

"Classmate, you've misunderstood. We don't have that kind of relationship, and I don't care what she looks like. Even if she were as pretty as you, isn't she still just a child?"

Hearing this compliment, Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin was secretly happy at first, but then felt indignant: *Who's a child? I'm already 14, a second-year middle school student. There are even classmates in my class who are dating! *

Wei Ming continued: "It's just that I previously promised to give her a gift. This gift requires inspiration, but I've been lacking inspiration lately, so I thought I'd see if I could learn a bit about her indirectly. Maybe then I'd have some inspiration."

Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin immediately thought of the meet-and-greet gift Ah Ming had promised her: a song. So he hadn't written it yet. But she didn't actually care about any gift; why force himself?

"Then if the gift isn't ready, you won't meet her?" Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin asked, feeling a bit depressed.

"I just feel guilty in my heart. She has helped me a lot, and I want to give her the best gift. So, even though I came to Hong Kong a long time ago, I've been putting it off day by day."

Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin suddenly understood. No wonder, no wonder he hadn't come to find her after being in Hong Kong for so long. So that was the reason! She had misunderstood, thinking he didn't care about her!

"Then why couldn't you hold back today and wanted to come take a look?" Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin gently spun her ball.

Wei Ming: "I had work to do the past few days, so I could find excuses for myself. Today I was indeed quite free, but I ate eight servings of snacks and still didn't wait for her."

"You ate that much!" Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin's eyes curved into smiles.

"It's delicious."

"Too bad, if you could have eaten nine servings, you probably would have waited for her." After saying this, without waiting for Wei Ming to react, Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin grabbed the ball with one hand and extended the other, "Let's formally introduce ourselves. Mao Mao Amin, Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin."

It really was the same person!

My pen pal is actually the "Jade Girl" leader!

After showing a look of astonishment, Wei Ming smiled slightly and extended his right hand: "Lei hou (Hello), Ah Ming, Wei Ming."

The two held hands for a long time without letting go, gazing at each other. Mao Mao Amin was the first to feel embarrassed, thinking of how Ah Ming had just complimented her on being pretty.

"You don't need to worry too much about that song. I'm not a singer, and I'm not in a rush to use it." Mao Mao Amin didn't let go of his hand.

Wei Ming didn't let go either, but Mao Mao Amin's little hand, which had been dribbling the basketball, was a bit dirty. He replied: "That won't do. Words spoken are like spilled water. Since we've met today, I'll see you home later. Give me some time to think it over properly."

Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin wasn't in a rush to go home. She started her little brain and thought for a moment: "Since you ate so much, do you want to get some exercise? I know there's a basketball court up ahead."

"Sure."

Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin then changed her grip to holding his hand, and Wei Ming let the little girl pull him forward. He didn't feel there was anything inappropriate about it. Although it was their first meeting, they had been corresponding for a year and a half; they could hardly be considered strangers.

Many Hong Kong University students used to like coming here, but later, after the school built an indoor basketball court, fewer students came. As the sky grew dark, they were the only two people on the somewhat old basketball court.

"Sorry for making you wait so long. I usually come to the shop to help after school, but today I ran into a school basketball game, and I only came over after finishing the match," Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin explained while dribbling.

"How did you play?"

Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin stuck out her tongue: "Our team lost, and the coach punished me by telling me to practice more at home."

"Then I'll be your sparring partner today."

"You can play basketball too?" Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin looked at Ah Ming, who was doing warm-up exercises.

Wei Ming: "I often play with the students from the Peking University basketball team. I know a little bit."

A boy's "little bit" of basketball knowledge usually crushes most girls. Among these Hong Kong and Taiwan actresses, Wei Ming felt that the only one he might not be able to beat at basketball was Joey Wong.

Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin began her dribbling offense. Wei Ming bent over to block her. His defense left Mao Mao Amin with no room to maneuver; their height and build weren't in the same league, and there was a certain gap in skill as well.

In his later years, Wei Ming was quite focused on physical exercise. Table tennis was his strongest, but he was also adept at badminton, tennis, basketball, bowling, and billiards. In short, he was a master of ball games.

He didn't go easy on Mao Mao Amin, quickly intercepting the basketball from her hands and throwing it aside to attack under her basket.

"You shouldn't do strenuous exercise right after eating," Mao Mao Amin kindly reminded him, but she didn't stop trying to block him.

*Well, you little girl, trying to interfere, are you? *

However, Wei Ming had already finished looking up. Just as he was about to strike a victory pose, the basketball hit the backboard and bounced out.

Mao Mao Amin laughed out loud. Wei Ming tried to save face: "Haven't touched a basketball in a long time, my aim is a bit off. Let's go again."

Basketball is a competitive sport, and where there is competition, physical contact is inevitable. Fortunately, Mao Mao Amin was still young, and everything about her was still small, so there wasn't too much awkwardness between them while playing.

Girls always grow in height before they grow in figure.

"Your shooting is so accurate!"

After ten-plus minutes of adjusting, Wei Ming's shots scored more and more. Mao Mao Amin immediately pestered Ah Ming to teach her, like a total fan girl.

Wei Ming: "A bit thirsty."

"I'll go buy water." Mao Mao Amin hopped and skipped toward an old man selling sugar water not far away. Before long, she returned with two plastic cups: "Drink this, it's very thirst-quenching."

Wei Ming glanced at their sugar water; one was red bean, the other was mung bean.

Mao Mao Amin drank a few sips of her red bean, then looked at Wei Ming's mung bean.

"Can I try yours?"

Wei Ming handed it over, and Mao Mao Amin also handed her red bean to Wei Ming. The two exchanged drinks.

Mao Mao Amin had absolutely no defenses or reservations about her pen pal whom she was meeting for the first time.

Wei Ming smacked his lips: "Yours seems to taste better."

"Hehe, I think so too, but mung bean is better for cooling off." The two sat by the basketball court, Mao Mao Amin dangling her fair calves, looking up at the sky. The sun was about to disappear completely.

Taking advantage of the rest time, they could chat about other things.

"Did you see Uncle Ghost at the shop?" Mao Mao Amin asked.

"Mm, I saw him. I saw him at Lai Chi Kok Amusement Park a few days ago."

Mao Mao Amin: "You must be relatives, right? What kind of relatives?"

Wei Ming: "You really want to know? This is our family secret, not to be passed on."

Upon hearing this, Mao Mao Amin wanted to know even more.

"If it's difficult, then forget it." However, Mao Mao Amin didn't insist. She changed the subject: "Did you receive the letter I wrote you when you came to Hong Kong?"

"When did you write it?"

"Early June."

"No, I didn't. What did you write?"

Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin: "Nothing special. I watched your movie *The Herdsman* a while ago, and I felt it was very good. Although I didn't understand some of the plot, the acting was good, and the scenery was beautiful. It counts as a review I wrote. Also, I sent you some magazines about movies and fashion." "Then I will definitely read your letter carefully when I go back."

"Actually, I also watched *Heroes Born of Ancient Times*, which you wrote the screenplay for, two days ago. It was also very good. Many boys in our class have seen it now."

Wei Ming: "Thank you for the affirmation, Mao Mao Amin, but it's not just the screenplay, you know."

"Ah? Did you act in it? I don't think so. I'm sure I didn't see you, unless you were an extra without a face."

Wei Ming asked with a smile: "Who wrote the original novel for this movie?"

"Wei the Madman."

Wei Ming pointed at himself with a smile.

"Ah, you, you, you!" Mao Mao Amin said in surprise, "*A Terracotta Warrior* is written by you? I especially love this novel!"

"Wei the Madman is the pen name I use for writing popular novels," Wei Ming admitted.

"Did you publish it through Uncle Ghost?" Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin thought of a question.

Wei Ming nodded.

"Is it because he doesn't take a commission that you chose him?" Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin asked aggrievedly. Actually, she could also forgo a commission.

"Commission?" Wei Ming laughed, "He intercepted all my royalties. But we are related by blood, so I felt bad about always troubling you, which is why I found him."

"It doesn't matter, you can trouble me as much as you want. *A Terracotta Warrior* is the best romance novel I've read recently," Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin said sincerely. This kind of love that transcends time and space, spanning three lifetimes, was too fascinating for a young girl.

Wei Ming laughed: "Alright, in the future, if I use Wei the Madman to publish works in Hong Kong, I'll send them to you first."

"Mm-hmm." Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin sighed again: "Wei Ming who writes literature, Wei the Madman who writes popular literature, Wei 'Whatever' who writes children's literature, Ah Ming who writes songs in Hong Kong, and Mr. Why who publishes works abroad—don't tell me you have other hidden identities?"

Wei Ming thought about it: "There really aren't any more. These identities are enough."

Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin still wanted to chat in depth about the creation of the global hit English song *Moonlight Shadow*. It was truly shocking that a Chinese person could create such a song. Unfortunately, the Hong Kong media were all buzzing about it, but they didn't know this song was created by the Chinese person, Ah Ming.

However, by this time, the sugar water in their cups was finished. Wei Ming stood up and dribbled the ball: "Come, I'll teach you how to shoot. It's dark, let's play for a while longer and then it's time to go home."

There were streetlights here, but for a middle school student, Wei Ming didn't dare let her go home too late, fearing her family would worry.

"Oh," Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin stood up, "Teach me well, okay? The coach said if I don't perform well next time, I'll be punished by being sent to the cheerleading squad."

Wei Ming glanced at her long legs. *If you don't become a cheerleader, it would be a waste. *

Teaching shooting hand-in-hand gave them an opportunity for closer contact. Wei Ming didn't feel much, but Mao Mao Amin, feeling Ah Ming adjusting her posture from behind, was already a bit distracted, and her shooting percentage dropped instead of rising.

This made Wei Ming doubt himself: *Am I teaching that badly? *

"Maybe I've exercised too much today and am a bit tired," Mao Mao Amin found an excuse.

Wei Ming shook his head. He asked: "You haven't eaten yet, right?"

"That's right!" Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin remembered. She had originally planned to go to the shop to eat.

Wei Ming suggested: "Then go back to Holiland to eat something?"

Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin refused. She didn't want Uncle Ghost or her mother staring at her date with Ah Ming.

"There are snack stalls on the way home. Let's go eat there."

"That works too." Wei Ming helped Mao Mao Amin hold the ball and stepped onto the road home.

This was a mountainous area, so they were walking along the mountain road. However, the public facilities were well-built, so they didn't feel scared. They could even see fireflies on the road.

Wei Ming's hometown didn't have these things, so he found them quite rare. Unfortunately, conditions were limited, and photos at night didn't turn out well.

Mao Mao Amin also noticed the camera in Wei Ming's bag. She should have let him take a photo of her before it got dark. He didn't have any photos of her, and she only had one one-inch black-and-white photo of him.

"Ah Ming, when are you leaving?" Mao Mao Amin asked.

"This weekend, I suppose," Wei Ming said.

"Ah!" Mao Mao Amin hadn't expected they would only have a few days to spend together. It was too short!

"Then you must help me write that song before you leave," she suddenly said.

Wei Ming found it strange. *Didn't you say you weren't in a rush before? *

Mao Mao Amin added: "To help you find inspiration, let me be your guide tomorrow and take you around Hong Kong."

Wei Ming asked: "Don't you have class tomorrow?"

"I'll just take a sick leave. I'll make up the homework after you leave," Zhou Zhou Zhou Huimin said, rubbing her palms together.

Wei Ming really wanted to say something righteous about studies being paramount, but thinking about it, a fourteen-year-old girl, even a good girl, probably wouldn't like hearing such clichés. She had also reached the age of rebellion.

*Forget it, one can also encourage learning while having fun. * So Wei Ming nodded and agreed.

Mao Mao Amin jumped three feet high with joy: "Ah Ming, can you touch that leaf?"

"Is there a reward if I touch it?"

"I'll count you as awesome."

Wei Ming leaped up suddenly.

Yanjing.

Zhu Lin was riding a bicycle, with Gong Xue in the back seat.

Gong Xue said tentatively: "Sister Lin, maybe we should just forget it."

"What are you afraid of? You have the key, and we aren't thieves. What's wrong with going over to play some table tennis? Who knows what Ma Xiaowei is playing in Hong Kong," Zhu Lin said nonchalantly.

Gong Xue: "Don't say that. Ma Xiaowei isn't that kind of person."

Having recuperated in her hometown of Shanghai for a while, Gong Xue finally returned to the Beijing Er Yingchang and notified Zhu Lin first, rather than Gong Ying.

Zhu Lin first treated Gong Xue to a meal, then suggested they do some post-meal exercise—playing table tennis. She and Ma Xiaowei had played indoor table tennis in that *Sihe Academy*, and the facilities were quite good.

When they arrived, confirming it was locked from the outside, Zhu Lin said: "Look, no one's here. We'll play for a while and then leave. We don't have anywhere else to play at this time anyway."

As Gong Xue unlocked the door, she complained inwardly: *Do we really have to play this ball? Does Sister Lin think I'm weak and wants to give me a bald spot? *

*Hmph, you underestimate me. Although I'm not a queen, I have plenty of strength. *

Just by opening the door, they could hear the barking of the dog, Ginkgo. Once the door was open, seeing the two mistresses arrive at the same time, Ginkgo circled them happily. Even the rarely seen Sheriff curiously poked his head out from his kennel, tilting his head to watch this incredible scene.

Gong Xue hurriedly locked the door from the inside. Zhu Lin opened the door to the table tennis room and turned on the lights.

"Look, competition-grade table, plus rackets and balls—everything is here. We can chat while we play."

After they started playing, Zhu Lin's attacks were fierce. Gong Xue felt she must be sexually repressed.

Once Zhu Lin had exhausted some of her energy, she started chatting with Gong Xue: "The movie *Happy Reunion* that I acted in is about to be released."

"Ping! Pong!"

Gong Xue: "So fast? I haven't finished filming for long."

"The director made very thorough preparations beforehand, so everything is fast."

Gong Xue: "Then it will probably be around the same time as Ma Xiaowei's *Heroes Born of Ancient Times*."

"Ah?"

Gong Xue: "I heard at the Beijing Er Yingchang that this movie has good word-of-mouth and results in Hong Kong, and they specifically sent a congratulatory report to the Beijing Er Yingchang. So Director Wang is preparing to release this movie next month."

Zhu Lin smashed the ball: "We are just a low-budget rural drama; we can't compare to their high-investment martial arts film. If it's the same period, then so be it."

This shot didn't land, and the room was large, so Gong Xue was run ragged chasing the ball.

Zhu Lin laughed: "If you smash it away, don't bother. This whole basket is full of balls; we can just pick them up when we're done."

Gong Xue, however, had a thrifty mindset: "Use one until it's broken before using another, otherwise they'll all be second-hand balls."

Zhu Lin smiled helplessly: "When is your movie coming out?"

"I don't know if it can be released before the New Year," Gong Xue said. "I asked Director Wang Haowei, and it's still being edited."

Zhu Lin: "It's best if it's released before the New Year. Then you can compete with me for the Hundred Flowers Award."

Gong Xue laughed: "You have so much confidence in your own play? Mine was written by Ma Xiaowei."

Zhu Lin won a point and lifted her chin: "What, do you think I'm arrogant? Our film isn't bad either. Even Ma Xiaowei said it was good."

"Then I'll go see what's going on as soon as possible." Gong Xue served.

The two were playing with the windows closed, otherwise, it would be even more troublesome if the table tennis balls flew out. Soon, the two great beauties were dripping with sweat.

Because they weren't wearing much, their clothes even stuck to their bodies, revealing the graceful curves of mature women. At this moment, whoever had smaller breasts would be the one embarrassed.

Gong Xue was the first to throw down her racket: "Not playing, not playing. I've sweated so much, it's uncomfortable."

Zhu Lin laughed: "Then let's just take a shower here before leaving."

"Ah? That's not good, is it?"

"What's not good about it? Haven't you washed here before?" Zhu Lin pushed Gong Xue out of the table tennis room. "You wash first or I wash first?"

Gong Xue scratched her head: "You go first."

"Then help me find some dry clothes to change into. It doesn't matter if they're ones you've worn."

Gong Xue: "..."

When Gong Xue finished her shower, she saw Zhu Lin wearing the clothes she had left there, already lying on that large red bed.

Zhu Lin panted: "Just practiced some yoga. Rest, let's rest for a while before leaving."

Gong Xue had a premonition that she wouldn't be able to leave tonight.

She lay down next to Zhu Lin; anyway, it wasn't the first time the two had shared a bed.

Seeing Zhu Lin's casual manner, Gong Xue asked: "Did you and him do *that* here before?"

"This isn't the primary scene; it started on the table tennis table," Zhu Lin didn't hide it at all.

Gong Xue: *Too infuriating. No wonder she insisted on playing table tennis. So she was waiting for me here. Hmph, I shouldn't have come! *

(Three female leads, plus a supporting female character—how can I not post beautiful pictures in the Easter Egg chapter? There's money to be made, and in the end, it all goes to the old Buddha himself~)

(End of chapter) *** **CHAPTER 302** **【302-0】 One Husband, Two Wives, Three Songs**